Accidents Happen
Copyright© 2025 by Chnydleigh Whyplasche
Chapter 3
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A scientist with nefarious intentions, a big truck, an electrical substation, and a heart attack. All in the same place at the same time. What could possibly go wrong? I mean, other than the human race being turned upside down in a gender bending sort of way, not much, right? Join Charlie and Amy, childhood sweethearts, now adults looking to settle down, as they navigate the world of romance and intimacy in the aftermath of… The Accident of 2029.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Fa/ft Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Hermaphrodite TransGender Fiction Science Fiction Polygamy/Polyamory
Timeline – 2059 June 10, Thursday
Just another Thursday for most, but it was also the thirtieth anniversary of The Accident. Charlie pondered that for a second before taking one of Tiffy’s small, firm tits in his hand and tweaking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“I’ll give you an hour to stop that before I call the police. Good morning, Charlie. Thank you again. I slept like a log.”
“Me, too. You make a really good cuddle toy.”
She sighed and melted back into me. I figured it was gonna be a nice life. I couldn’t wait for Amy to get home. Between Tiffy, and Wendy, and then Amy, I was thinking the weekend might even turn out to be a bit exciting, not to mention just plain old ‘pretty nice’.
Work showed its ugly head, so I told Tiffy to make herself at home while I went to the office to put out a fire. The engineering staff had questions about the assembly of our newest generation of matter transfer platform and needed a bit of ‘adult supervision’ as my lab director called it. She was a hoot. She was also a very young genius, graduating from MIT with a Doctorate in Particle Physics at the ripe old age of twenty-two. Being probably the smartest woman I’d ever met; Tracy Wylde was a Tirl with an attitude. Nothing would get the best of her. Well, except maybe the problem she wanted my help with.
I remember a while back, before Amy came to work for me, a couple of years ago, and as usual, Amy was out of town, so I had immersed myself in work. I was sitting in my office, trying to overcome a mental block on an algorithm for our matter beam. Tracy walked into the office and asked about my wellbeing.
“Boss, you don’t look all that good. Anything I can help with?” She came around the desk when I pointed at the three-dimensional projection I was studying and stood next to me. “That is certainly a problem, what with maintaining the constant over here,” she pointed out her concern, “while trying to get the change you need there.” She turned and looked at me. “But that’s not your biggest problem right now, is it?”
I shook my head. “No, Tracy. To be honest, I’m just a bit down of late, and finding it hard to concentrate.”
“Sit down.” She pushed me back into my chair. Straddling my lap, she put her hands on my shoulders and leaned in to kiss me. I objected ever so slightly, letting her know she didn’t need to do what she was about to do. She took my cheeks in her hands and told me, “I’m going to kiss you, then I’m going to suck your bad mood out of you, through your dick. Then, Mr. Carswell, then, I’m going to make you an offer. You can refuse it if you want to, but you’d be a fucking idiot to do so. You aren’t one, I don’t think, so I’m pretty sure I know how this is going to work out.”
The kiss was sensual. It was nice. It was comfortable. It was not electric. It was not like kissing Amy. That was not the point. Tracy was trying to help me feel better, and that is exactly what she did. After dry humping my lap for a little bit, she climbed off, had me stand and took my pants down. Kneeling between my legs, she took my peter in her hands and fed herself most of it. She got it to the beginning of her throat and stopped. That’s when my brain went into overdrive. All I could think was, ‘this lady can suck a cock!’ It wasn’t three minutes before I was blasting my cum straight into her mouth. It was most assuredly the best oral sex I’d ever received.
I pulled her up and hugged her. I tried to kiss her, but she tried to back off. “Kiss me, Tracy. Just kiss me.” With a weak smile, she did. Then melted into my lips, reciprocating. It was again nice and very comfortable, but it wasn’t the kind of kiss from which springs forth forever loves.
“That was nice. You kiss like a dream. Thank you, but I didn’t want to gross you out.”
“Never. Any woman that will suck my dick like that will get a kiss, no question. Now what was this offer you were talking about?”
“Oh, yeah. Here’s the deal. You need to be happy and thinking clearly to run this joint. We need you and your ideas. Your leadership. Your technical and moral compass, if you will. I will do that,” she looked down at my lap, “anytime you want, or anytime I think you want, to make sure you keep your priorities straight. You will never fall in love with me, Charlie. I know that. You like your girls a little smaller and I’m not your type. The kiss was nice, but it wasn’t lightning in a bottle, so to speak. I have come to love you, but like a brother, or a father, not like a lover.” I nodded. “So, that being said, if you want a piece of your sister, or your daughter, let me know. If I see you acting the way I saw you this afternoon, I’m going to brighten your day ... My way.”
Tracy was not a little girl like Amy was and I would find later in life find that Tiffy was. She was small breasted, not exactly an hourglass figure, but yet built very well, and had a pair of legs that went all the way from the floor to her armpits, figuratively, of course. Her legs and her face were her greatest assets. She had beautiful legs and was a gorgeous and charming, very attractive, woman. She stood five-nine in stockings, and in her four-inch heels, which she wore often, she came within an inch or two of my height. Like Tiffy, she was blonde, but more of a platinum shade. Very, very light. She was an Amazon Queen, to be certain.
Her ‘taking care of my mood’ activities happened several times, and once when she was looking a little down in the dumps herself, I took her to my office and reversed the roles on her. It surprised her to no end, but it worked. She’d never imagined it would happen. She told me during our mutual admiration and affection practices afterwards that she felt a bit of electricity in my kiss, but not enough to leave her sister and their wife. I agreed and told her I understood fully, in that Amy would always be the central figure in my heart, my number one, I hoped, and I certainly didn’t want to kill the goose that laid the golden egg. Tracy was full of golden eggs, and a very good friend, to boot.
Back to the little fire of which I had to go in and handle. Tracy thanked me for helping her with the issue at hand. In all actuality, she solved the problem herself, and had it figured out, but she had two employees, both engineers with master’s degrees in physics, and they were second guessing her analysis. In order NOT to be a bitch about it, she detailed both sets of analyses, and upon doing so, got to a point where they needed mediation. Not from a supervisory standpoint. She could have told them to ‘shut up and color’ so to speak, but all that would have done was create a void in the thought processes in the future. We didn’t want that. This was a technical issue as well, and she wanted a knowledgeable opinion from a third party. Tantamount to a medical second opinion, as it were.
I sat there in front of a huge E-board, a sort of virtual white board, complete with a holography pen in the hands of my lab manager. She pointed out both avenues of attack for the problem. She started with the opposing theory and formulas and had the pair of guys with their Ducks sweatshirts, completely educated on the left coast, give their comments as she went. Then she presented hers. I stopped her about three fourths of the way and had her go back to theirs.
“Guys, that is physically impossible. We can move something through space, but not time. No matter where you got your degree,” I always teased them about their roots, “two things can’t fill the same space at the same time. You are indicating that you are not moving that entity. As long as it is there, you can’t use that coordinate. Sorry. Tracy is right. I have a hard time believing you didn’t notice that. Tracy, what happened?”
I looked at her, sporting one of her cute little smirks, [God, she’s gorgeous], then at them. They were acting a little sheepish, mumbling and having problems with eye contact.
The tall one of the two, Jared, finally spoke. “Tracy said it wouldn’t work. She couldn’t place her finger on it, or enumerate it quite like you did, but she knew. We’re the ones that missed it, Mr. Carswell. Sorry, we won’t let that happen again.” The other guy nodded.
“Bullshit. Hey, guys, don’t apologize. The shit we’re dealing with here is not even science yet. Right now, it’s an art, and we’re going to make mistakes and erase and correct and go back and do it again. We need to understand that. You need to understand that. Just do your absolute best, like you have been, and yes, defend your theory if you think it’s right. Tracy is not perfect. She’s as close as I’ve ever seen, guys, but even she hits stuff she doesn’t understand. When she doesn’t, I generally don’t, either, but ... In any case, Tracy, good job. Don’t let these guys go. They had it all together until they went bowling.”
The guys, Jared and Bill, looked at me with questioning looks. Tracy grinned. She remembered my analogy from years ago when she first came to work for me.
“The premise of bowling, guys, is that no two objects can occupy the same space. More accurately, in bowling, no eleven objects can occupy the same space. Think about it, and next time this situation rears its ugly head, think about how you’d feel if we were transporting your body to the moon, or maybe just up to a satellite, and someone went bowling with the machine. Just think about it.” They smiled and nodded. I hugged a giggling Tracy, got a peck on the cheek, as well as a ‘Thank you’ whispered into my ear, and went home.
I found a cute little fairy swimming in my pool. Naked. Nekkid. Without benefit of body coverings. Tiffy was skinny dipping. I joined her. A beer in each hand, I approached her, wood leading the way. She kissed the head of it and took the beer. What she did next fairly well surprised the shit out of me. She took a swig of beer, leaned her head back, and took the tip of my dick into her mouth. The bubbles, her teeth, and the thirty-four-degree temperature of the fluid involved in the activity all joined forces to get me to the edge where when she ran her hand between my legs and put her thumb knuckle on my asshole, I came in her mouth. It was a mess of beer, semen, and saliva, but most of it will dissolve in the pool and the filter will catch the big swimmers.
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